The snort almost unhorses Elros, even his elven steed rearing and bucking in fear, but it was Maglor who taught him to ride, the greatest cavalry commander of the First Age, and Elros not only holds his seat, but he manages to wrestle his horse back to relative calmness. He offers another not smile back, careful to not look directly in the eye.
"I'm calling you tiny, oh lesser scion of great parents! You'd not even make Ancalagon's front claw!"
Which is only a slight exaggeration, and probably unfair to bring up, considering Ancalagon was a monster of monsters and probably very magically enhanced. But hey! A weak spot that the dragon doesn't like. Elros is going to milk it for all it's worth.
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Date: 2019-10-29 07:40 am (UTC)"I'm calling you tiny, oh lesser scion of great parents! You'd not even make Ancalagon's front claw!"
Which is only a slight exaggeration, and probably unfair to bring up, considering Ancalagon was a monster of monsters and probably very magically enhanced. But hey! A weak spot that the dragon doesn't like. Elros is going to milk it for all it's worth.